Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2013 15:51:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: The Reluctant Gay Chap 10

The Reluctant Gay by Boris Chen

Chapter 10. Life Marches On. The Conclusion.

Months turned into years. We both celebrated our 30th birthdays years
apart. The difference in our ages slowly became less and less relevant.

By the time Josh turned 36 and me 30 we were both working in our chosen
occupations long enough that we both had work cred. He had only one
malparactice suit against his office, him and three other doctors. I was
under pressure to transfer to another USFS office if I wanted my career to
progress but I was pretty much a walking encyclopedia on what grew and what
was about to vanish from our territory.

We were dealing with the long drought in south central Texas. Josh came
home from work some days as sour as my dad ever was towards us kids.

Last year we had a party for some of his relatives in our large backyard.
Turns out Josh is not the only gay member of the LBJ clan. His parents both
had brothers and sisters and all of them had spouses and kids and now some
had grand kids. Josh had 19 cousins that we knew of, maybe a few he didn't
too in other countries according to the rumors I was allowed to hear. Seems
Ladybird was not the only fish in the sea for the former president.

The stories I heard about women he dated in Australia during the war in
1942-43 ended with more than a couple children in that country as well as
his two with Ladybird in Texas.

Our 'cousins party' turned out to be an invitation only gay event. We
reserved part of a local hotel for what we called the 'Big Johnson Affair
of 2005.' Eight were invited, seven arrived with their significant others.
Some females, some males. We had a DJ and even put the neighbors up in the
hotel due to the noise. The food was catered. The theme for the party was
cowboy attire with lots of ropes and ten gallon hats. We saw spurs and
holsters with revolvers and fake bullets. We even hired an armed security
team to keep out the un-invited. They even kept the police off the
property.

The gathering ended at midnight, all the guests returned to the hotel in a
private limo, a stretch Hummer that made three trips taking all the
attendees back to their rooms, then to the airport the next day. I never
heard the total cost but saw one sub-total on his desk one day for about
$18,000. Hard to imagine a party costing that much. I think the hotel was
the single biggest expense.

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In 2009 we took a cruise on the Mediterranean. We booked rooms on the Costa
Concordia in Genoa Italy for a cruise around Italy, France, Monaco,
Marseille, Barcelona, Gibralter, Athens Greece, and back to Genoa. We were
gone for twenty five days door to door.

Our cabin has a private balcony with direct access to the spa. Although it
wasn't mentioned in the literature or our contract, we had the only gay spa
workers. Our daily spa treatments always turned into a cum-fest for
everyone with groups as large as five or six people including us.

In Barcelona Josh paid in cash, several thousand dollars and we imported a
'boy' who appeared to be in his early 20s, and spoke French and a little
English. His name was Johan, he was sort of a hired sex toy.

Johan was about 5' 10" maybe 160 lbs. He had a slender and tight body. Josh
didn't tell me what he had planned, he wanted to surprise me by having
Johan act like a room service employee of the Costa.

During lunch on our first day at sea heading from Spain to Greece he
suggested we take lunch on the balcony instead of in the dining room.

Johan arrived dressed like any other restaurant worker with a shiny brass
cart that contained our lunch of salmon steaks and steamed veggies with a
choice of wines. While he was pouring our glasses halfway during our meal
he returned to the balcony wearing only his apron and hat.

Johan had a very dark tan except for under his underwear, which he wasn't
wearing. I was surprised at first but the look on Josh's face gave it all
away. Johan had great muscular arms and chest and a tight smooth stomach.
When he took off his apron I stuffed the rest of the food into my mouth
sliding back my chair to enjoy the show.

He modeled his body and enormous dick for our entertainment. He started off
mostly limp doing his belly dance type show in front of us slowly shedding
his apron. He had a large inny hole of a belly button, no 6-pack really
just nice and smooth, hairless bronze skin. His balls were almost the size
of a billiard ball with what had to be a ten inch erection. His chest had a
decent rise and featured very large and very flat and round nipples. His
had to be nearly two inches in diameter. I bet I could have fit the head of
my dick into his belly button. As he turned slowly around I noticed that
his entire body below his chin was shaved clean of all hair down to the
tips of his toes.

I got hard immediately, Josh was like a statue staring at this French
beauty performing not four feet from our table. After he was done
performing his strip tease by our table he took his bunched up apron
tossing it into Josh's face. He held it to his nose taking in the scent of
this 22 year old male model as best he could.

We ended the performance with our version of a 'standing' ovation. Johan
looked slightly proud, pleased, and embarrassed at the attention. He bowed
a few times, even twice with his back facing us spreading his cheeks to
show off his nearly perfect rosebud.

Josh was the first to stand and walk over to the boy.

He put his hands on Johan's shoulders slowly pushing his backwards into our
cabin. I followed as he got Johan onto the bed.

Josh got him a condom while I got out the lube. In no time at all he was
lubed and laying on his back on our bed with his enormous rod pointing at
the ceiling. Josh was first to climb on board. Josh moaned loudly as he
took the giant dick inside him. I worked his chest and upper body. I tongue
fucked his belly button. I expected a cheesy taste but this French boy was
very clean, like he had been professionally scrubbed prior to arrival from
head to toe and everywhere in between.

Josh was lost in the moment with his eyes closed riding that huge dick up
and down as if in a trance. I moved from his belly button hole to his
nipples but his chest was almost too tight to get a good latch on. So I
just pulled my tongue across his large nipples from side to side, then
started all over again.

It didn't last too long, maybe fifteen minutes and Josh came on Johan's
hairless bronze stomach. He climbed off and motioned for me to assume the
position. We switched places. It hurt lots taking his lubed cock inside me
but it eventually fit. I rode up and down, sometimes I could use him to
compress my prostate making semen squirt out of my dick adding to the
existing puddles left by Josh but not putting me into orgasm.

Then at about the ten minute mark I felt it start. I shot semen all over
his chest and stomach adding to the mess. Johan stayed on his back. When I
was done I climbed off a couple minutes later, pulled off the condom,
sucked him off for a few minutes then jerked him by hand.

His orgasm was beyond anything I had seen before. I think he shot about 12
ropes of semen onto his chest and face. His belly button was full, it was
dripping down his sides onto the bed spread. It was running down the sides
of his face into his ears and hair. Johan used one finger to swipe most of
it from his face into his mouth.

Soon after we were in the shower in groups of two cleaning up the goo. When
that was done we got our shorts on but Johan was still nude and on display.
We made drinks from our bar, mostly lemonade, non alcoholic. Josh called
for room service but told them to leave it outside the door and knock.

One hour later the cart arrived, Josh got it from the corridor in his
shorts. We had veggies and dip with more wine, bottled waters, and lots of
munchies. We had a conversation with Johan in his broken English, he was a
student and did this to make tuition money, wanting to get the most out of
his good looks and popularity with the wealthy cruise ship passengers.

Josh signed to me that Johan was with us all day into tomorrow too. I
smiled pondering what to do next. After a while I walked to the bed to
nurse on the head of his huge dick. For a while I just laid there with his
cock laid against my lips and nose. I loved the feel of his soft belly skin
against the side of my face.

I fell asleep on the bed next to Johan, Josh napped on the sofa. Not sure
what Johan did during the quiet time.

On our second day at sea we sailed past the historic island of Malta. We
stood by the railing of our private balcony watching it pass in the
distance. We brought binoculars along for the cruise. Johan was sitting in
the chair by the table behind us.

While Malta slowly sailed past Johan walked up behind Josh, gently pulled
down his shorts and inserted himself inside Josh as he leaned hard into the
railing and at one point pushed his hips back towards Johan bending at the
waist to make penetration easier. Josh ended up coming on the deck by the
railing as Johan backed-out. Then it was my turn for the same treatment.

I took it with little complaining really. I did the same as Josh as Johan
extracted a load of semen from me as well working me from behind. But when
I was done and there were two gooey white puddles on the balcony deck Johan
pulled out, stroked himself to orgasm and shot his enormous load on our
legs and butts. It was totally cool. We ended up in the shower after Malta
disappeared from view to our left.

That evening we allowed room service to enter while we went to the spa for
a couple of hours and Johan disappeared to who knows where, probably to
make some more money.

That was the last we saw of him. Later on Josh said he would fly back home
from Athens to Barcelona and take the train home to Banyuls-sur-Mer,
France.

Athens wasn't safe so we took a taxi to see the Parthenon then right back
to the boat. We spent the rest of that day watching Greece from our
balcony.

On the last day of our cruise we got an envelope under the door with a
small color photo of a naked Johan as a keepsake. That made it's way into
our photo album at home and scanned into the computer as a desktop photo.

We arrived home eight days after departing Athens.

We flew first class from Rome to London to New York, then coach to Atlanta
and then to Dallas. His mom arranged for the company jet to take us from
DFW to Austin since there were a group of three engineers from the company
also flying home.Then we take the limo bus from the airport to the Holiday
Inn Express in Cedar Park and a taxi the rest of the way home. It's about
45 miles from the airport to our home.

We got in our car for the grocery store, the liquor store, the pharmacy,
the butcher then back home. We hauled our suitcases into the utility room
and left them there up-opened. We went to the shower and right to bed for
the rest of that day till nearly noon the next!

We both went back to work after three more days. I drove him to his job
since his car was in the shop and I went to my office to see what went
wrong while I was gone. The biggest news was there had been no rain and the
drought was getting worse, not to mention wildfires all over the central
plains of Texas. There was always a hint of smoke in the air. We all
secretly prayed for rain.

We spent Labor Day weekend that year in Stonewall at his parents place. I
finally got to see the home airport, which looked like a two lane road in
the field behind the house with a barn at one end and some lights here and
there.

The house was huge. The place looked like a semi-working ranch/farm with
barns and silos and lots of white fencing. I saw two horses and one tractor
for cutting the grass. The house was three stories and had a few buildings
scattered around. One had a parking lot with a steel building next door to
it, a modest size place, just a plain brown wrapper. Josh said it was the
office of the family business. He said during the day there would be nearly
30 people working there. He said the factory was in Fredericksburg, west of
here about 17 miles. They made parts for the oil and gas drilling
business. And they also made stuff for deep water drilling platforms too.

His mother actually hugged me. I was shocked. His father was actually there
and actually pleasant and shook my hand too.

We had a huge buffet style dinner of everything from steak to fish to
veggie burgers to hamburgers to polish to kosher to German and Italian
dishes, not to mention good old Texas BBQ style ribs and brisket. I
estimated the crowd was around 150 relatives and people from the company
office. It seemed like the one banned topic was politics and the one topic
on everyone's mind was the drought. They all seemed to think I would have
some inside information about when it would rain next.

I assured them that over a period of years the weather tends to always
average out, just be patient, plant accordingly, conserve water in the mean
time, and wait like the rest of us. Droughts have come and gone before
since man first set foot on Texas and this will certainly not be the last
one either. I assured his father that this was not global warming, if there
even was such a thing. They all chuckled. I explained it had everything to
do with conditions on the central Pacific Ocean due to sun warming, not
exhaust from their cars.

We spent the night in one of the many un-used 3rd floor guest bedrooms over
looking the property to the north where the airstrip sat. I assumed the
plane was in the barn near the end of the runway. I saw his sister ride off
on one of the horses near the house. There were some others staying in the
attic with us too, we shared four people to one bathroom. We had a great
time and left in the morning after breakfast outside on the back patio that
was catered from a restaurant in town.

On the way home we stopped along the road just east of the ranch so Josh
could show me the grave of his great grandfather LBJ, the 36th President of
the United States. The headstone said August 1908 to January 1973. I was
expecting something a little more extravagant for a former president but it
was somewhat plain. It was a brownish granite headstone, kinda large, maybe
four feet tall engraved with the seal of the office of the president
towards the bottom.

Josh leaned over pressing his finger at the middle name, Baines. He said
that was his middle name too. I never even knew he had a middle name until
now. I felt a little embarrassed.

Two hours later we were home. I think I gained one pound that trip!

The rest of 2009 was pretty much routine. We pray for rain and pray for the
family. I hear little to nothing from my family except for an occasional
email from Pete, he's getting married next year for the 2nd time. My
brothers are all doing their things. I never hear from the Golden
Child. For all I know he moved to Bolivia or something.

Never heard from Billy or Scott.  We went to what eventually became known
as the White Party in Palm Springs but we're old enough now that we're an
oddity. We go every March but keep a lower profile.

Last year we did run into someone that looked a lot like Max from the same
hotel as back in the 90's but he said he'd never been there before, but the
resemblance was spooky. Something about going to the White Party always
revives me sexually no matter how old I get.



The End

By Boris Chen.

Thanks for reading.

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